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As humans we are exempt from many indignities, imagine you were a fish just waiting to be stuffed, no place to hide, pre-determined, after you huffed and puffed, shortened life-span, of no consequence, the classic also-ran. Kipling said: 'To be born an Englishman is to win one of the great lotteries in life,' an out-dated and racist comment but ironically with an element of truth; however, goalposts have moved - what price a black Englishman? My nephew says: 'No problem,' until you pass through US Immigration - don't want any grenades hidden under turbans; the extremists say they will never stop, have already, fools, wasting Allah-given lives just like the stuffed fish. Yes, we know, at least the fish is eaten, they're beaten, contributed nothing, except condemnation, 'in a black room with white curtains,' at Mombai Station.

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